Mitz and Fritz of Germany Part 10
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However, before they reached Leipzig, they stopped in Weimar (V[=i]'mar), the "poet city," Weimar is where Goethe (G't[~e]), Germany's greatest poet, once lived. School children were taught to salute the poet Goethe, when they pa.s.sed him on the street. Today children are still taken to Weimar by their teachers and told about Goethe's life.
Long ago, a little boy was brought to Weimar to visit at the old poet's home. This little boy was about the same age as Fritz and also loved music. Felix Mendelssohn (M[)e]n'd[)e]l-s[=o]n) was his name. Goethe met young Mendelssohn in the garden and led him into the house and to the piano.
He said, "Now, make a little noise for me."
Felix played so beautifully that Goethe said, "You have given me great pleasure. What would you like me to do for you?"
Felix answered, "I should like you to kiss me."
[Ill.u.s.tration: STATUE OF MENDELSSOHN IN LEIPZIG]
Mitz and Fritz had heard many stories about Felix Mendelssohn. He was their mother's favorite composer. She had told them how this wonderful boy had written music when he was only a baby. She had told them about the way Felix used to lead a big orchestra. He had been so small that he had had to stand upon a chair.
But Mrs. Toymaker did not know that her own little boy had a gift, too.
Sometimes she wondered, of course. Still she agreed with Mr. Toymaker that very few people are born with genius. Only naughty little Mitz was sure because she loved Fritz so much. She loved him and made up her mind that everyone in the world was going to find out about his beautiful music.
As they left Weimar, Mitzi squeezed her brother's hand.
"We are on our way to Leipzig now," she said.
She thought of the costume safely tucked away and ready for Fritz to put on.
Mr. Toymaker was driving the horse, and Mrs. Toymaker sat beside him.
"We are on our way to Leipzig now," said Mr. Toymaker.
He thought of the famous fair to which they were going. He thought of his friend, Mr. Krauss, who would help him. But never once did he think of a concert that was to be given for him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: A CHURCH IN LEIPZIG]
CHAPTER XIII
THE LEIPZIG FAIR
One of the great fairs of the year was now going on in Leipzig. The Toymakers drove by the railway station, the largest in Europe. Many people were hurrying in and out. They pa.s.sed the church where Johann Sebastian Bach used to sing.
All manner of peddlers swarmed the streets. The children opened their eyes wide at sight of one man entirely covered by clocks. He was a clock peddler from the Black Forest. Traders from all over the country were in Leipzig with their wares. Buyers from every place were at the fair to buy.
"See, children," said Mrs. Toymaker. "There is a statue of Mendelssohn, the little boy who used to lead an orchestra. When he grew up, he led his orchestra in that building."
Leipzig is a city of books. Everyone seems to be reading. They read even as they stroll along the streets.
Mr. Toymaker immediately set out to find his friend, Mr. Krauss, the bookseller. But he could not find his friend.
The first day at the market place was very dismal. n.o.body paid any attention to Mr. Toymaker's wares. There were too many beautiful toys to be seen.
"It is the same here as it was in Nuremberg," said Mrs. Toymaker.
Her sweet face was sad. "Oh, what are we to do?" the poor lady was thinking.
But Mitzi knew what to do. Tomorrow she and Fritz intended to slip away from their booth in the market place. Today their father needed them there to help.
[Ill.u.s.tration: LEIPZIG]
Mr. Toymaker had displayed his prettiest toys: brightly colored soldiers, flaxen-haired dolls, and animals with big, staring-eyes. Yet even children did not stop. At a shop across the square were dolls that talked and walked, engines that sped along tracks, airplanes that flew, and doll houses with electric lights in them and elevators and running water. Is it any wonder that Mr. Toymaker's carved toys did not attract people?
"Run back to the wagon and make some coffee," said Mrs. Toymaker to Mitz and Fritz. "Father and I will stay here a little longer. When we get home we shall have supper."
"But there is nothing to eat in the wagon," said Mitzi.
Mrs. Toymaker looked at her husband. Mr. Toymaker turned to Mitzi.
"Obey your mother," he said. "Go home and make coffee. When we come, we shall bring food with us."
Mitz and Fritz and Frank went slowly back to the wagon.
"I do not understand how Father can bring food," said Mitzi. "There is certainly no money with which to buy it."
"Tomorrow there will be money," smiled Fritz.
"Yes," agreed Mitzi. "Because of your concert. And Father must be there to see." Suddenly she cried, "Oh, careful, you donkey! You are splas.h.i.+ng in mud puddles. You are getting your feet all wet!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: LEIPZIG]
But Fritz did not care. He was dreaming. He liked mud puddles because he was a boy. He liked dreams because he was an artist.
When they reached their wagon home, Mitzi put the coffee on the stove.
Soon Mr. and Mrs. Toymaker arrived. Their arms were full of bundles.
"See what a nice supper we are to have," said Mrs. Toymaker.
She was smiling, but Mitzi noticed that there were tears in her blue eyes. Mitzi noticed something else besides the tears.
"Mother!" she cried. "Where is your pretty blue necklace?"
Mrs. Toymaker had always worn a string of sparkling blue beads. They were quite valuable and were her only piece of jewelry. She had loved them because Mr. Toymaker had given them to her before Mitz and Fritz were born.
Mrs. Toymaker did not answer Mitzi. She began to untie the bundles.
"See," she said. "Black bread and milk!"
"But, Mother," insisted Mitzi, "where is your necklace? Have you lost it?"
Mrs. Toymaker saw the terror in Mitzi's eyes. That necklace had seemed to the little girl the finest and prettiest in all the world. Her mother was not her mother without it.
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